Ha no Ie
 

by K.A. Rose


Stage 06:
Changing
 
 

Message: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Weird Dungeon
Author: xXDoreimiXx
 
ive asked around abit and i tihnk our dungeon is delta house of leaves. that swhat the hallway journal says.


Message: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Weird Dungeon
Author: black_MAGE
 

>ive asked around abit and i tihnk our dungeon is delta house of leaves. that swhat the hallway journal says.

lol howd u do that??


Message: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Weird Dungeon
Author: xXDoreimiXx
 

>lol howd u do that??

do waht? the color thing? so im not the only 1...


Message: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Weird Dungeon
Author: Meme
 

What's the hallway journal?


Message: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Weird Dungeon
Author: ugotjacked
 

rofl she means the Holloway JOurnal.

http://www.geotowns.co.us/athens/17869475/holloway.html

slow load.its really popular and geotowns suxx0rs.


Message: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Weird Dungeon
Author: Sovuroko
 

OMFG. That's not real, is it?
    Kite's eyes narrowed on the URL. It seemed unlikely that the answer to any of his and his group's questions would lie in something as innocuous as a regular website.
    Still, though...
    The website took several seconds to appear, a dreadfully long time by most counts. Rocket connections such as his own had a bandwidth of 16GB/s. Only incredibly bogged servers could justify taking anything more than a heartbeat to load.
    When the imbedded mp3 and flashing logos started playing, Kite immediately understood why. It was almost enough to exit the window right then and there to escape before the full scope of its poor design could sink in, but he resisted the urge.
    Kite knew he wasn't very professed in website design, but he had the distinct feeling that neon pink and flourescent green were not excellent color combinations. And that while it certainly had a kind of originality to it, bolded, underlined, blinking text did not help his already limited grasp of English. It took maybe thirty seconds before he was able to discern the title of the page was, in fact, The Holloway Journal as the BBS post had suggested.
    Exasperated, Kite opened up his browser options and disabled extra-level coding functions. Technically this had the effect of prohibiting any and all web script from 2002 onward, but he doubted he would be missing much. He toggled views until the text was halfway readable, and set to work.
    He got perhaps three sentences in before he gave up. He didn't care how much emphasis schools placed on English courses, in the end the education you got out of it was rudimentary and completely inapplicable outside of the school setting. Whatever they were talking about here, it was not about Marsha going to the store to buy eggs. If he wanted to have any hope of translating this thing, he'd need to contact someone fluent in English.
    Kite went down a mental list in his mind. Sora, of course, was right out. His English was poorer than his own, and mostly comprised of internet jargon to begin with. Wiseman was probably well-versed, but he wasn't around these days. Helba, possibly, but she was in jail.
    BlackRose, well...
    Bear and Crim would definitely have a good working knowledge of English, but neither of them cared to associate with Kite on a regular basis. A-20 and Elk would both only know what was taught to them in schools, and so no better than his own arsenal. Well, who did that really leave, then?
    "Wait..." Kite murmured to himself, brow furrowing.
    Sanjuro. How could he have overlooked him, when he'd just PMed the man that afternoon? Perhaps that was the very reason he'd unintentionally dismissed him, something in his mind already associating with a previously-made effort to contact.
    Of course Sanjuro could help. Why couldn't he?
    He was, after all, an American.

    "You're kidding. That guy?"
    It was the following week, in a low-level snow field on Lambda. A light snowfall left a line of powder on Kite's shoulders and hung in small clumps from his hair. Someone had been very determined in programming snowfall.
    Sora stood near where Kite sat, atop a Celtic stone bridge that overlooked most of the field. Elk and Moonstone were with them too, both a little ways off, quiet and listening patiently. Moonstone could have been asleep for all they were able to discern.
    "You didn't know?" Kite said in answer to Sora, smiling despite himself.
    "Well... A huge history buff like that?"
    "Japanese history, that's the thing. He's a samurai enthusiast. He teaches his students Japanese by showing them Kurosawa. I mean, come on."
    "Ano," Elk spoke up, strain apparent in his voice to be heard over the two Twin Blades' discussion. "Where's South Dakota?"
    "Right under North Dakota."
    Kite looked over his shoulder. He knew by the brash voice, over which existed only the most undetectable of accents, who the speaker was even before he caught sight of the shoulder-length brown hair and distinctive eyepatch. And, of course, the katana.
    This last distinguishing feature Sanjuro let rest against the edge of the rough-cut pillar beside him, as he told Kite, "I can't say I approve of you going around telling my secret to others, Kite. It makes it difficult to be treated fairly. Where is my incentive to improve if I know no such impetus exists?"
    "... Say again, using smaller words," Kite requested, bringing a brief round of laughter from the other players.
    It could have been his imagination, but the laughter seemed to have no effect in easing the tension of those around them. No, it wasn't a heavy anxiety, nothing so thick that it manifested as its own entity, but something subtler. Apprehension, somewhat.
    Presently, Sanjuro was exhibiting the worst of it.
    "You gave me some pretty heavy stuff, Kite," he said. "And I'm not talking about their color scheme. You say you didn't get far?"
    "No, not really."
    "I didn't either," Sanjuro told him. It may have just been a trick of the brightness of the field, but the Heavy Blade appeared suddenly very pale. "I used an auto-translator on the last big chunks of it, but I didn't check for accuracy. Nor do I want to, if it's all the same to you.
    "What is this place you've been going to, Kite?" he asked weakly. In PM, he had transmitted the URL of a file on his own dumpbox server. Presumably, the translated journal.
    "A house. If that says anything much." Kite wore a pained little smile. "I guess this means you're not up for checking it out yourself now."
    "I really don't know. You look at that and tell me."

    Kite accessed the address only after his comrades had all said goodbye for the night, promising to meet again in the Lambda root town the next day. Sanjuro said he couldn't promise anything, given his teaching schedule, but insisted he would make every effort.
    Alone, Kite minimized The World's window and brought up the web browser. He typed in the URL manually, the full name of it having burned itself into his brain somehow even from such a cursory glance.
    When it loaded, Kite found that Sanjuro's translation, thankfully, was absent the pink and green color scheme. It had been stripped of all features to be reduced down to a basic no-frills html file, and included a note from the translator at the top.
 

>>start://_trans.html

Kite-- I'm sure I don't need to tell you this is for your eyes only. This page has already caused enough stir in its own language without being proliferated in auxillery languages as well. Some in my country is already in mass hysteria over this. Don't spread it to your country as well.

If you can, don't approach the house again. I know that's a lot to ask of someone like you, and in all honesty I couldn't expect you to obey. But as your friend I am obligated to caution you that you have stepped into something, literally as well as figuratively, that is more dangerous than even you may be aware.

I only wish this was a hoax.

--Sanjuro


The Holloway Journal

Hi everyone! This page was set up to chronicle my friends' and my exploits into a strange dungeon we found on a Japanese server of The World, that badass MMORPG that just can't seem to die. At the recommendation of some of our mutual fans, we've decided to document all of our explorations through the dungeon, including tons of screencaps.

BEWARE, THOUGH! Don't go into this dungeon unless you're a REALLY strong level. It's not that the monsters are a problem --there aren't any-- but only experienced players should approach this thing. Trust us.


Edit: This is Jed here. Look, I'm saying this here and now, I'm closing the site down. There will be no more updates in the future, and as soon as I can I'm pulling everything offline. I can't deal with this shit. Holloway and Kirby are gone, fucking gone. I'm getting pinned with murder charges, can you fucking believe that? I don't even live anywheres close to where they do, but the fucking government's citing anti-cyberterrorism shit. Bullshit. Completely bullshit. Read this while you can, and spread the word. Don't go near this fuckinghouse. Anyone on the Japanese servers, PETITION THE SYSADMINS, FUCKING QUICK. Get that place shut down. Deleted. Something. Show a bit of fucking humanity.

Table of Contents:

Meet the Team!

The House

Exploration A

Exploration #1

Exploration #2

Exploration #3

Exploration #4

Exploration #5

Resources*DOWN!*

Helpful Tips!*DOWN!*






    After a few moments' consideration, Kite clicked on the first link, "Meet the Team!". He was presented with a page of screencaptures of three The World PCs: A Blademaster, Holloway; a Long Arm, Jed; and a Wavemaster, Kirby_Wax. Screencaps of various status screens indicated all three were maxed out players, and were very popular on the servers they inhabited.
    That was it for that page, the attached information being nothing more than a blurb boasting individual exploits. Kite clicked to the next page.
 
 

The House

First off, this is a field on the Japanese server, Delta! If you can't crack the server, you can't access the field! Visit Matixxa's website [Sanjuro's edit: link removed] for information on how to crack other region servers.

Once there, you need to get your kanji right for this one, so pay attention. Part A should be

[Sanjuro's edit: this part is removed, because it's not relevant to Japanese readers. It's just a bit of tutorial for Americans who need help locating the right kanji.]

The weird thing is that once you do this, your graphics processor seems to get a glitch, and any time the word house appears it shows up in blue... All three of us got this and no one was able to work out what the problem was, and we're kinda wizzes at this computer stuff!

Edit: We can't figure it out, but for some reason it does it to the website too! That's not our fault, honest! No matter how many times we go over the code and take out that stupid font color tag, it comes right back!

Okay! The field you get warped to is really weird, we're talking massive spooky. Take a look.

[graphics removed. Sorry, but my server space is small, so I only picked the pictures I felt you'd be interested in. You already know what the exterior looks like, right?]

The map is actually pretty simple on the surface, and in fact it's pretty boring. Only three levels. :( It has an insane amount of enemies per portal, though! Weird glitch, I guess. Kirby_Wax says maybe it's a bit of test data left over from the beta version, similar to what you found in some Japanese PSX games in the late 90s, like Final Fantasy VII... His dad says there was this one place down in a well where you'd get some weird cat enemies that wouldn't attack, so you could hit them until they died and rack up massive EXP. I dunno if I believe him...

Anyway, it looks normal, but soon we found there was a HALLWAY that hadn't been there before. This thing had the black chipset that everyone's been talking about. And it really is black inside, so dark. We eventually figured out how to navigate it, though.

    Kite glanced briefly through Exploration A, and didn't find anything there of interest. It seemed to be much the same measuring exploit as he and Sora had undergone, but without the satisfaction of the hallway shrinking down to normal parameters. The included screencaps showed other weird facets as well, namely that the corridor that led into the labyrinthine interior of the house was not to be found in the hallway of Exploration A. Another door appeared for them on the opposite side of the not-so-great hall.
    It begged the question of just how much of the normal portion of the house was free from its so-called darker half. If entrances could appear in other places in there, who's to say, as Sora had once posed, if the house you entered before is the one you're standing in now?
    Kite pushed onward to the page labeled Exploration #1.
 
 

Exploration #1

We found out pretty soon normal mapping was disabled here. Kirby_Wax tried mapping by hand but there wasn't any point. Not only is this dungeon random, it randomizes itself every time you step into a new area!

Because it was so black, we used spells on ourselves to cast a bit of light. We dropped GP now and then, little piles that we could probably pick up if we lost our way. Hey, we're rich! ;p

Pretty soon we were in a very big area, like the center of a cave. Stupid of us, but we set out straight across it, but after an hour of nothing we got bored and turned back, and that's when the monster started growling.

Edit: In hindsight, we're pretty sure the growl wasn't actually a monster, but the sound of thehousereshifting itself. This was way more logical; whoever heard of roamers in a dungeon?


Edit 2: Jed again. By now I guess I can say ha-fucking-ha. And we thought we were so smart figuring all that out on our own, too.

Stupid of us to think running straight across would do anything, when we didn't know just how big this part of the house was. But so we ran back, hoping to hit the wall again sooner or later. And we never did. It's the strangest thing, but Jed was the one that noticed what we had thought of as the cavern space had narrowed itself down into a regular hallway! Now we were completely lost. Jed was starting to freak out seriously. Even I was getting nervous. We didn't want to reset after all this!

But luckily...


    Kite stopped, shaking his head. He rubbed the bridge of his nose. This all was sounding far too similar to his own team's explorations now, and it felt all too much like a waste of his time to read it all. Sanjuro had done too much of a good job in porting over what he could only assume was the author's original inanity of speech.
    He skipped forward to Exploration #4.
    And immediately wished he hadn't.
 
 

Exploration # 4

Kirby_Wax here. Holloway has said the strain of writing this journal in addition to leading the house expedition has just turned into too much for him, so he's graciously asked me to take over posting duties from now on.

As I write this we're into day three of Exploration 4. Sorry, but there was so little time when we started. Between all the emails, and losing sleep, and not being able to fucking-figure-out why "house" always shows up in blue NO MATTER WHAT LANGUAGE we're kinda in over our heads at this point. Our item supplies are getting critical. I'll try to keep posting as long as I can. But first, we need to backtrack...

Day 1: We set out early in the morning. It's a Saturday, so I don't have work, and Holloway and Jed don't have school. We stock up on full on all items in ALL the shops on the Japanese servers. By now some PCs here have noticed us and have apparently complained to the sysadmin about us. Stupid xenophobic gooks.

Whatever. Anyway. We used the rope tool set up for us by Judge_X, the same one from last time. If a crack still works, why waste it? Before setting out we ask the guy to do some tweaking to its programming so that it can extend farther, but he gave us a look like we were nuts. Like, what would we need with a rope crack more than five hundred miles long? [Sanjuro's edit: roughly eight hundred kilometers.]

It's getting colder the longer we stick inside the guts of this place. Character HP is dropping faster and faster. We're casting Rig Saem even though it's shorter-lasting, just to keep from needing to heal so much. Of course, SP is dropping too.

We take plenty of screencaps, but boosting the contrast doesn't do a whole much, as I'm sure you guys have seen by now.

That night we set up camp by a doorway on the edge of the cavern. [Sanjuro's edit: this is probably what you guys referred to as the Great Hall.] The growl is still there, so we set up shifts. We have the weekend, after all. Jed takes first watch. I take second. Holloway third.

Day 2: I think it's daybreak when we start out, but I never took off my visor to see. I wondered somewhat what would happen now if I came in contact with natural light. Would my retinas explode?

We search a lot of the hallways, but they're all pretty much alike, or at least they don't stay one way long enough to be anything at all, and so they become the same by default of meaning. We find some of the GP we set down last week as a marker. Only one piece remains intact; most of it is missing, some of it is chewed up and mangled.

Likewise some of the items from our inventory seem to be going missing. Scrolls, spare equipment, things you don't really notice are there until you check and find that they're gone. Can't take anything for granted here.

Day 3: Back up to speed now. It's Monday, but Holloway and Jed faked sick and their moms let them stay home. I called in to work saying I had pnemonia.

It wasn't too far off.

By now it's getting hard to watch these walls. Poe wrote a song about this once. I listened to it a lot as a kid. No, you know, not Edgar Allen Poe. Just Poe. You know, the band? ...I feel so old.

We screencapped a bit more.
 

The architecture here would send Howard Roark

through fits. It goes from featureless post-modern to some archaic middle-Renaissance without warning. No color, though. I mean, of course.

I'm down to half-stock on SP curatives now.

Jed and Hollow
ay haven't touched theirs except when they ran dangerously low;

they're treating their stores as auxillery once mine run out.
HP is down to half, and no amount of potions seem to bring it back up.

Will post again soon.
 
 

Day 5: I forg
 
 
 

ot to post yesterday. Sorry. The monster was tracking us for a while, didn't give much of an opportunity to pause and open up the blogger.

I don't believe the monster is just the sound of the hallways now. In fact, I refuse to believe it. Nevertheless, we can never find out.

We are but a small spot of light in a sea of darkness. We are the beacon to which all the creatures of the night are drawn.
Open prey.

                        Open target.
 

A source of light is not able to illuminate anything much except
 
 

                                                                                                                        itself.
 
 

                                        gtg

Day 7:

ba. daa. ba-ba.

                                                    ba. daa. ba-ba.
 
 

That's how the chorus went.
 
 
 
 
 

0100000101101

1100110010000100000010010010010011
 

10110110100
 

100000011
0100001
1000010111
0101011011100111010001100101011001
00001
011
1
 
0


Day 12: i think i may have been fired. i don't know.
 

Day 14: we're out of items now.
 

it's very cold.
 
november in calif shouldn't be this fucking cold
 
 
 
 
 

Day 20: stairs!

we have found stairs!




<<end://_trans.html

    For a moment, Kite found himself waiting before his monitor, expecting it to come to life with more data. When realization finally dawned that this was not in a computer's nature, he tried moving his mouse. Muscles that had grown stiff creaked with the sudden effort of movement.
    Clicking to Exploration #5 presented him with this:

Kite-- This was about where I stopped translating. I'm sorry, but something about this wouldn't settle with me, and I had to give it up. These next bits are all raw auto-translator stuff, and probably not up to snuff.

I realize, unfortunately, this is where you could have used a steady translation the most. But I couldn't do it. I'm sorry.

--Sanjuro


Investigation 5.

As for us there is from supply, the challenge where now we are largest it finds the fact that you live before us. As for us you know that we cannot do this. You propose Horrorway because it takes the lead.

However in order to reach into the exit, that takes two many days in us.

Finally there, we consider the fact that stay of execution is taken. I let escape to 2 weeks of work, the high school now do not make Horrorway or Jedu graduate perhaps.

We had decided to go immediately...


    And so on.
    This was no good, Kite knew. He could barely make heads or tails out of what was being said. He wondered vaguely whether Sanjuro couldn't have had the presence of mind to at least give this garble a once-over before sending it out.
    He scrolled down a few pages' worth of text, and had intended to keep on going, until his eyes snagged on one of the scant remaining screencaps.
    It did not bear the steady, careful consideration of composition and design that many of the other shots had displayed. This was shaky, weak, even ported sloppily to a low-quality jpeg, so that much of what quality may have existed at one time was now irrecoverably lost.
    It was a staircase, spiraling inward and downward far into the darkness below. How far down it may have gone could not be guessed. But there was somehow a depth there that transcended the poor filetype port, that suggested to Kite that however much of an illegal rope crack they had, it wasn't going to be enough.
    Shaken, he continued scrolling downward.
 
 
 
 

Day 12: Item, and us last two degrees using up fast, still haven' T reached to the bottom.
 
There
    are
        many
            entryways
        alongside
      the
stairway.
    we
        do
            not
        explore
    those.

 

day 3-; it reproduces growl voice.

Horrorway
            pursues
                        sound.

                                                                    Like the cowardly person, we do
 
 
 

                                        not continue to many

    amounts afterwards.
 
 

not finding,

                                    we return to the

          stairway
 

which does not have Horrorway,
 
 
 
 
 

                                                                                            wait for him.

 
                W    hen we are attacked, we see
 
 
 

                                                                nothing.
 

Horrorway

        it meaning that                                                                                     that light

has

               let
 

                                       to

                                                                    go
 
 

                                                                                                                out.



<<end://_trans.html

For a while that was all I thought existed.

Then I happened to look back at the Exploration #5 page and found a link hidden among the credits at the bottom of the file. An Easter Egg, of sorts.

Because I've judged this to be a transcript, I proofed it once before saving the translation. However, that is all I'm willing to do for you.

--Sanjuro


Holloway

My name is Holloway Roberts. No, really. I was too fucking stupid to use a fake name for this piece of shit game.

Holloway Roberts. User ID #916499. I'm trapped. There's no way out.

Please god someone help me.

I don't know what to do. I'm not in front of my terminal now. I'm not holding any goddamn controller.

I am here.

Someone help.

Please.

[section missing]

I don't know if I can screencap here. No keyboard to type the command in. I don't know if you can see it, but I do. No, not see. But I know it's there. It's waiting. I don't know for what. Fuck.

01010011010011110101001100101110[section missing]

I think Kirby and Jed are dead. I attacked them. They're dead.

Dead. Dead. Dead.

No game over. No continues. Not that, not here.

Oh my god.

[section missing]

Holloway Roberts. User ID #916499. Accessing from Riverford, Iowa. SOS. SOS.

SOS.

...

please.

[section missing]

it's getting cl--

[section missing]

JESUS. FUCK! GOD!

ALT-FUCKING-PRNTSCRN! ALT-FUCKING-PRNTSCRN!

[section missing]



<<end://_trans.html

And then this as well:

    Kite clicked on the link provided. It loaded a single .png file. A screencap, of crystal clarity, a frozen moment of time plucked out of the PC Holloway's existence.
    It showed Holloway, curled up in a corner, his polygonal body disappearing into the fanged maw of a creature of pure darkness.
    And then he was gone.

End Stage 06.

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